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"Barry"


	The screen was easy to remove from the living room window. Not very smart for
a college girl he thought, to provide such easy access to her apartment for an
intruder while she slept. He had expected to have to use some of the tools he
brought with him to gain entry, but it turned out he only needed the pen knife
that doubles as a key-chain to cut thru the screen. He left the tools on her
lawn, and only carried a black bag inside with him.

	The place was dark, but he had been in it enough times to know his way around.
Plus, he could make out the shapes of furniture from the little bit of light
that was sneaking in from the street lamps outside. Right in front of him
rested the sofa he had helped carry when she first moved in here, and next to
it, the hallway entrance that led to her bedroom.

	That was his target tonight. For six months he had watched as she teased him
with her body. Flaunting it for him to see, though he never really got to see
too much, just what she would let him. Just enough to keep him jumping thru
hoops for her, or so she thought. 

	It had begun the day she was moving in. He was sitting on the porch of his
house, when she pulled up in front of the vacant side of a duplex across the
street. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever laid eyes on. She
had long brown hair, not overly styled. It gave her the perfect 'girl next
door' appearance. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, with a tear across the
left knee, and a blue Oxford shirt, with the top two buttons undone. 

	He watched as she carried bow after box from the moving van into her new home.
Several times he had considered asking if she would like some help, but his
fear of pretty girls prevented him from approaching her. 

	Barry wasn't a good looker. At twenty-four, his face still sported bad acne,
he had pumpkin colored hair, and his figure was that of a Pear's. All his life
he had been shunned by the pretty girls, and popular people. Whenever he
thought he was starting to fit in somewhere, the crowd would use him as a
target for all their fun and jokes, until he would get humiliated enough to
give up on fitting in. So, he had learned to be an introvert. "Stay away from
them, and they can't touch you." That was his philosophy.

	After nearly an hour, it seemed as though the girl had finished moving her
things in. She had carried a small handful of stuff into the house about
fifteen minutes ago, and hadn't returned to the outside since. Barry had
decided she was done, and his afternoon's excitement over until he saw her
emerge from the front door again. This time, she had a cordless phone in her
hand, and was having a heated discussion with someone. When she pressed the
button to turn off the phone, Barry thought she looked disappointed. Then she
looked over towards him.

	His hands grew sweaty. Was she going to come over and introduce herself? What
if she did, would he be able to talk with her?

	Then his fears were laid to rest when she turned to walk back into her house.
Only a moment passed before she exited the door again, this time without the
phone in her hand. 

	She was staring straight at Barry, and he could feel his heart trying to pound
its way out of his chest as she crossed the street and walked up to the porch
steps of his parent's home.

	"Hi," she said with a large smile, "I'm Cindy Moore." She waited for him to
introduce himself, but he didn't.

	What he did do was notice that now there were three buttons undone on her
shirt, and from his elevated vantage point, he could look right into it and see
the lavender colored bra she was wearing where it bridged the gap of her
cleavage. Her forward leaning stance was also aiding his view.

	"I just moved in across the street," she continued, "well actually, I'm in the
process of moving in, but my friends who were supposed to help me with the
furniture didn't show. I was wondering, if you have a few minutes, could you
possibly help me carry a couple of things inside? I can pay you a few dollars
if you want." She looked at him thru dark green eyes, as he tried to register
what she had just said.

	This is your big chance he thought to himself. She's a young girl in distress,
and doesn't think of you as a geek, but rather the only one who can save her.
Help her out, and you'll be a hero in her life. 

	"My name's Barry Thompson." He said. "It's nice to meet you Cindy. I'd be
happy to help you. I wasn't doin' nothing much anyhow."

	That's when it all began. From then on, whenever Cindy needed something, she
would just blink her pretty eyes at him, or show a little extra skin while
asking for his help, and he was eager to please.

	Barry had all but become her personal slave overnight. Every week he was
cutting her grass, and washing the car for her. When she returned from shopping
on Sunday afternoons, he would run over to help carry the groceries in. All
this was the normal stuff he did for Cindy. There were also the extras that she
came up with every few days, like moving furniture around. It seemed she
changed her decor more than he did his socks. Once she even called him from
school, claiming to be held up in a lecture, and asked if he would use the key
she gave him to go into her place, and clean up a little, since she was running
late, and had guests coming over that evening. Barry did it.

	Cindy would always give him a 'treat', as Barry called it to himself, for
doing these little favors for her. Sometimes it was a soft, warm kiss on the
cheek, that he would follow with masturbating once he was alone. 

	Other times it came in the form of sneak peeks at her body. Since their
friendship had grown so close, Cindy seemed very comfortable with changing
clothes around him. She would always turn away from him, or step into the next
room, leaving the door open if there was one while changing, but he often
caught sight of a bare breast, or view of her naked ass as she dressed.

	The best treat Barry had received so far, was that her bathroom window was
directly across the street from his bedroom, and on many  nights he had watched
her shower as he brought himself to orgasm with his hand. Cindy had the perfect
body to him. Curved, and also firm in all the right places. She often spent
over thirty minutes bathing, soaping and rinsing every inch of herself, and the
window was large enough to give him sight of everything from the waist-line up
as she did. Sometimes he felt guilty about using her to get off to, but it was
innocent enough to him, and he had true feelings of love for Cindy, so he
rationed that that made it okay somehow.

	Everything was perfect for six months in Barry's life. It was the first time
he had ever felt so good, and so normal. 

	Last night though, his world came crashing in on him. He had waxed her car for
her in the afternoon, and she invited him to dinner. They ordered pizza. Barry
had brought a scary movie over for them to watch, since she said that she loved
horror stories, and during the film Cindy had cuddled up next to him. He
wondered if something wonderful might be happening, or if it was just the movie
having an effect on her, and the closeness helped her to feel more secure from
it.

	His questions were answered when he felt her hand on his leg. At first he
thought that his mind was playing tricks with him, but it wasn't. Her fingers
were tracing little circles on his inner-thigh! Barry couldn't believe it. This
beautiful woman, whom he had lusted after from the first moment he saw her, was
sending him signals of interest.

	His heart began to flutter. What should he do he thought? Ignore it and see if
she goes any further? Maybe just ask her if she had romantic feelings towards
him. No, he couldn't do either of those things. If he ignored it, she might
think he isn't interested in her, and he couldn't ask about her feelings, that
would make him look like a wimp.

	He knew what had to be done. He had to hold her like a man, and kiss her like
a woman.

	As the movie played, and he felt her fingers turning on his leg, Barry leaned
down and forward to put his mouth in striking distance of her lips, while at
the same time his hands closed in on her sides.

	Just as he did this she turned her head up to face him, and their lips met. It
was fireworks to him. Her mouth was so soft, warm and moist. Just as the kiss
started, for one brief second their tongues connected and sent electricity into
Barry's groin, which transformed itself into an instant erection.

	Then she broke from his embrace, and slapped him hard across the face.

	"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She screamed as she stood up and
faced him. 

	Barry was confused. Hadn't she been playing with his leg? Didn't her tongue
just dart into his mouth? Why was she so mad?

	"I...I'm sorry." Was his best reply. "I thought that's what you wanted."

	"What could have EVER given you that idea?" Her stance, and the look on her
face proved it, she was pissed at him.

	"I just...you were rubbing my leg...and you did kiss back." He tried to find
some ground to stand on, but thin ice seemed to be all that surrounded him at
this point.

	"You're so demented!" She shouted at him. "I knew you were a pervert, peeping
through my window when I showered, and trying to look down my shirt all the
time. But this, to even think I would concider fucking a dork like you! Eww.
Get out!" She pointed to the door to emphasize her meaning.

	"You...you knew I watching you?" He asked in disbelief. 

	"Of course I did." She responded. "I let you."

	"But why? Why would you let someone watch you shower?" Maybe she wanted him to
see her because she really did like him, and hadn't realized it yet he thought.

	"Because I knew you were a pervert, and going to try to see me naked anyway.
So, I gave you a few free looks now and then, and you became the perfect
houseboy for me. It was like having my own personal servant, but the funs over
now Freak-boy. I want you to leave, and don't ever come over here again. Do you
understand me?" She had been using him all along. 

	She was just like everyone else. No, he thought, she was worse. Cindy had
teased him in a way none other had, and instead of doing it for fun, she had
taken cruelty to a new level, and held her sexuality over him for labors. She
didn't know he was a pervert he reasoned, she made him a pervert.

	Barry lowered his head, unable to look her in the eye, and left without
another word. He heard her call him "degenerate low-life scum" as he walked
away from her house.

	He spent that night without sleep. Replaying the whole fight, along with the
events of the past six months in his mind. He had to get back at her. Barry
Thompson was thru being a victim to the popular people of the world. They all
had to learn he wasn't a toy to be played with anymore. Then his plan was
formed.

	Now here he was, walking silently thru the darkness of her living room. There
was a slow rain beginning to fall outside. Barry was glad it had waited until
he was inside to start. 

	As he entered the hallway, the sound of a dripping faucet could be heard
coming from the bathroom sink. He crept along, very slow, very cautious not to
let his anxiety take over, and rush him into her room. His plan was very
thorough, and he didn't want to louse it up with impatience.

	There it was, the door to her bedroom, and his future. Behind it lie the prize
he's been waiting twenty-four years for. A sound asleep, beautiful woman, with
no tomorrow ahead of her.

	The door knob made a slight squeal as Barry turned it. Not too loud, and the
noise from the falling rain helped to muffle it. 

	He gently pushed on the door once the latch was free, and looked across the
room at her lying peaceful on the bed. He could see the rise and fall of the
sheets with each breath she took, and thought of how few breaths she would have
left.

	When the door was opened enough for Barry to fit through it, he stopped
pushing, and watched her sleeping as he removed his shoes, to allow him a soft,
quiet walk to her bed.

	The window above her headboard was open a few inches, not enough to let the
rain come thru, but it did permit the cool night breeze entry. He could see the
curtains swaying slightly to the wind, and made a mental note to close the
window once he had Cindy prepared. Not that there was anyone outside to hear
anything, but why take chances?

	Barry stood over Cindy now, and looked at the thin sheet she slept under. It
was plain white, but he thought the simplicity of it just added to the natural
beauty of lie beneath. 

	Cindy was sleeping on her back, her face turned to the opposite side of the
bed from where Barry stood. Now was the time.

	Barry removed the harness mask he had purchased this morning at the adult book
store from his bag. It was exactly what he had wanted, and Barry was delighted
when he saw it in the store. The mask had openings for the wearer's eyes, and
nose cut out, but where the mouth should be, was a large ball attached to the
inside of the leather fitting. There was a zipper on the side, since the
ball-gag prevented this from being a pull-over mask. The entire thing was made
of thick cowhide, and Barry had tested the gag to be sure Cindy wouldn't be
able to bite through it. 

	He also removed the rope he had retrieved from his parent's basement, and then
set the bag down next to the bed.

	Cindy had no idea what was happening when she woke from her sleep to find
something being placed over her face. She tried to scream, but a large object
was penetrating her mouth, and her bellows came out as loud sighs. She heard,
and felt a zipper being pulled on the side of her head, just behind her left
ear.

	Barry began his attack by rising his left leg over the bed, then holding it
above her while he readied the mask in front of her face. When all was set, he
sat himself on her chest, pinning Cindy's arms to her sides beneath him, and
forced the mask into place.

	Cindy realized that she could see through the covering on her head, and there
was Barry, that pervert! He was sitting on her chest. She tried to raise
herself off of the bed, and twisted violently, but he was too large for her to
budge. 

	Next came the rope. Once the mask was on, and Barry was sure she couldn't call
for help, he slowly slid down her torso, and grabbed her wrists from under his
legs. Cindy was fighting him all the way, but he was much stronger than her,
and even a little surprised at how easily he had tied her hands together. Then
he fastened her bound hands to the center crossbar of the headboard.

	Barry stood up off her then, and watched for a moment as she wiggled on the
bed, trying to free herself. He could see the fear in her eyes. The sheet that
was covering her had fallen off during the struggle, and now he admired her
young form, covered only by the slip-teddy she had been sleeping in. The hems
of it were rising higher with each attempt she made to loosen her wrists from
the headboard, and her shaved pubic patch was now visible to Barry. How long he
had waited for that sight.

	Next were her legs. Barry tied them, spread eagle to the bedposts. This would
offer him the access he craved to her sweet candy. 

	Cindy began to realize that struggling was useless. Her hands and legs were
tied secure, and the gag she was wearing prevented any of her screams from
being heard. Her energies quickly turned to prayer. She prayed that he wouldn't
kill her. It was all too clear that she had pushed him too far, used him for
her selfish needs, then sent him over the edge with her words yesterday.
Cindy's only hope was that he show her some mercy, and not leave her dead after
he raped her. She was sure he would rape her, and resigned herself to not
fighting it, hoping that compliance would save her life.

	After checking the knots holding Cindy's legs, Barry began to strip. She
watched as he did, and was more than a little impressed with his muscular
physique. She had never noticed it before, but Barry had a nice body, if he
could do something with his facial problems, and change the hair, he would have
women chasing him all over town she thought.

	Once he was naked, Cindy's eyes grew at the sight of his penis in the night's
shadows. It was huge. Still soft, but enormous. She was certain that must be
God's compensation for the rest of him. The thought almost brought a chuckle to
her, and she was torn at being amused given her situation.

	Barry started to climb onto the mattress between her legs. He stroked her
thighs as he slid himself up to her groin. Then he began raising the teddy she
wore, with gentle fingers on her sides. It was slow going, and her weight lying
on the sleep-wear wasn't helping him.

	"This is the moment of truth." She told herself as she arched her back off the
mattress, so that Barry could lift her teddy above her breasts.

	Barry was confused when she did this. Did she want me to make love to her he
wondered? Why isn't she fighting?

	Once he had the teddy up to her underarms, which left her beautiful breast
exposed to him, all thoughts faded from Barry's mind. Except, how beautiful she
was. 

	She watched, thru teary eyes, as Barry lowered his mouth to her right breast.
She felt his warm lips when they engulfed her nipple, which became immediately
erect as his tongue started to tease it. His technique wasn't very graceful,
but still Cindy's body was responding to it out of raw animal instinct.

	When Barry removed his mouth from her breast, Cindy felt an urge of yearning.
She didn't want him to stop. Her senses were alive with arousal. Then he found
her left breast with his wet lips. First he sucked it into his mouth, swiped
his tongue across it, then pushed it out and blew softly on it. Cindy could
feel the heat building between her legs.

	Barry could tell she was getting turned on by his actions, but he was still
unsure if it was by choice, or primal.

	He kissed his way down her body, spending a few minutes licking and sucking on
her belly button, then made his way to her pussy. She was sorry that he didn't
have more experience with this, because he just kept missing the right spots,
and using poor moves with his tongue. It left her on the edge for a long, long
time, with feelings of want and frustration. Somehow she thought, the
frustration was better than climax. Why was she feeling this way? Was she a
submissive at heart? Was the bondage and domination lifestyle something that
excited her? At this moment the answer was a loud yes.

	Barry spent almost twenty minutes with his mouth between her thighs, bringing
her to the brink of orgasm time after time, only to let her down over and over.


	She was floating on a wave of arousal when she felt him shift his body again.
Cindy opened her eyes to see him positioning himself on top of her. He fumbled
for a moment trying to find her pussy with his prick, but finally he did, and
without mercy he rammed it in. She was more than lubricated from the time he
spent kissing her sex, but nothing in the world could have prepared her for the
friction of fitting such a large cock inside so abruptly. He was touching
spaces that even her biggest dildo hadn't been. Cindy fell into a pit of
ecstasy instantly, and the pain she felt from his huge spear being forced in
only added to her pleasure. 

	Cindy learned over the next few hours, that Barry's stamina was as extended as
his penis. No man she had ever loved before had lasted so long as Barry did. He
came several times, though nowhere near as many as she, and seemed to be able
to recover from each one in seconds. 

	The sun was beginning to rise when he finally rolled off her. She was no
longer praying for mercy from death, but from sex. Every nuance of her being
had become involved in the nights events. Even her fingers and toes seemed to
be alive with sexual energy. Cindy had started to think, s the night went on,
that he would kill her with each next orgasm she endured. That her body would
just convulse itself into a restful eternal sleep, then she would climax, and
begin to realize she had survived another one, when he would have her on the
edge again.

	Barry stared at her from his prone position next to her on the bed. There
seemed to be a look of question in his eyes. She tried as best she could, with
her own eyes, to convey happiness to him.

	He removed her mask, warning her that to scream would cost her everything.

	She tried to speak, not scream, when the hood was off, but her throat was dry,
and sore from the hours spent sucking the leather ball.

	"Don't say anything." He told her. "I had planned to kill you when I was done,
but I can't. Cindy, I love you."

	She couldn't speak, but she did smile, her head lowered a bit, and she kept
her eyes at his chest. Cindy wanted to live, but not from a fear of dyeing. She
wanted to live to submit to Barry forever. She couldn't think of anything she
had ever wanted more, than to be used, and loved by him. He had become a God
for her to worship, and she would.

	Cindy finished waxing Barry's car. He allowed her to do these small favors for
him from time to time, and she was more than happy to, knowing it would provide
her the chance to get close to him for a while. She walked up the steps to the
porch where he sat, and took her spot next to him, head down, eyes to the
floor, as she knelt by his side.




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